Bridge

I died,right? I was dead,but why am I still here? What have I done to still be on this planet? Why couldn't I leave once I've taken my own life on this bridge? Why can't I be with my stars?
I wanted to go,why won't this world let me go?

It have been ten years since my death and I've been wandering on this bridge for so long now,but I couldn't leave it,something was glueing me here,if I was dead I could at least see the fucking rest of the world,right? But no,the world is a piece of shit,and it hates me even dead.
I think I came back a week later I jumped,and I could only sit and gaze the void,missing cigarettes and drinks. And at night I would look up and curse at the stars for not take me with them,and ask for never coming answers. And as the day passed,I grew bored of doing nothing,and I would walk around the bridge,hearing people conversations and judging them in silence,do you know how fucked up are the people? And at night I would sing to myself,softly but I would do it.
And as I figured out,I'm a ghost,so I told myself I could ruin people life like they ruined mine? And so I did,I had to control whatever I was,and I used the people who would come by often as my laboratory rats,and play. Seeing people die was so funny,everytime people fell in my tricks,I would laugh so loud I was sure they heard me. It was really simple thing to do,playing with people minds and scare them so much they can't bare it and throw themselves over the bridge? Ain't it fun? But I grew bored of them and I wanted more,and more,just seeing people suffer made me feel something I only knew once in my life -or when I still had one-. Happiness. But I was still mad at the world.
I tried to master the lady in white car trick,or possess things,and that was so much more hard to learn and do,it almost took me a year to get it perfectly,but it was oh so worth it.
Seeing how people would crash or run out of their car to get run over by their own possession,it made feel like I was finally even with the world,when I was just fucking around.
Those that made me a bad ghost? Probably,did I cared? Never.

Sometimes,I would just sit and see people doing it on their own without me provoking anything,which was even more fun,but also relatable.
I remember that girl,a really pretty girl,brown long hair,freckles and pale skin,she would come everynight and cry for three years,it hurted me to see her,I could feel her pain but i never did a thing,I would just watch her cry,once she even fell asleep,I sat beside her,seeing how peaceful she was like that. Did I looked like that back then,in the few time I slept in the roof of my old house looking up at my stars? I guess that yes,I did.
She killed herself a 31 of December,at midnight while fireworks were shooting up the sky. It was a beautiful sight,it felt like a victory,but she didn't look happy,she looked pained when she did.
After her death,no one came looking for her,I never saw anyone come and scream her name or cry. I was so angry at everyone after that. No one saw her pain,no one cared about her enough to come looking for her or mourn her death.
Was it why she looked so sad? Did she knew no one would care?
I felt so close to her,I felt the same thing my whole life,how long did she suffer? I hoped I could ask her if she ever comed back,but she never did like I did,she was gone.

After that,I took a time to reconsider every life choices I made till my death. It helped me see how stupid I was back then,I made so many stupid decisions,why did I thought cutting myself while cooking when my mom was there was a good idea? I was such an idiot.
I think the worse one was why was I even alive at that time? I was probably the worst error ever created,so I win the gold to everything,people born as errors,do errors and will remain one.
Now,I'm still an error,but I'm dead,and I fuck with people lives.

Not too long ago,came this guy who I never saw before,I always saw new people in ten years being on this bridge,but this one caught my atention. He have bright red and hair,a really pale skin,it made me think of porcelain plates my mom used to have. Pink lips and bright and curious hazel eyes. His face was delicate and almost girly at first sight,he was gorgeous in a way.
The first time I saw him,he came to smoke in complete utter silence,just looking around with such an infinite interest in his eyes it was almost funny.
And he came back everyday,looking even more curious everyday,didn't people warned him it was dangerous being here? Maybe they did but he didn't care.
Sometimes I saw him walk around the bridge,running his hands over it,a thoughtful expression on his delicate features. Others he would just stand in front of the rock made handles and smoke,humming some kind of song. He is always well dressed,I'm curious to know what he do for a living.
Funny thing is that I don't have any wants to trick him,it's something I only felt with the Girl,but with him is different,I don't know anything about him,I never heard him talk,nor cry or do anything except smoke,look around,walk and sigh. He seemed content with whatever he did,and I kind of liked his company,even if we never talked or he never saw me...yet. Wait,was I really considering appearing to him? Does he even know what story hides this bridge?

He came again today,he looked stressed,the first thing he did was take a cigaret and smoke it. I could see he was tired and the tension radiating from him. I doubted what I was about to do,but I really didn't cared. I put my hand on his shoulder,and squeezed it comfortingly. I felt him relax against my touch before a look of surprise showed on his face,I smiled. He looked around,confused as he saw no one was there,I saw his eyes sparkle with interest and a million of questions run through them,I smiled again. He was adorable.

Notes

This story sucks dick. Uggggghhhh. Almost three weeks for a second chapter.

welp,it's the first time I write a ghost love story about a teenager who jumped of a bridge to kill himself. I don't even know where this is going.
I'll see if I can update black sparks too and ever heard of them.

Welp,please tell me what are your first thought of this,and please I need ideas for this! I was really inspired at first but now,bleh.